Instant Slash Story!
ok so i was board and i found this:
http://www.britslash.co.uk/instantslash.html
it's like mad libs only with slash and this is what happend:
The darkness was all around as Ryan walked through Six Flags down towards his bed, random thoughts of blowjob crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Keltie had told him she often dreamed about Hillary Clinton involved in licking with a hamster, but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Brendon .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Jon, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Brendon masturbating himself with a strawberries.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the coffie maker he was carrying with him. Would Brendon's ass feel like that to his cock?
What would Brendon think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating mashed potatoes off Brendon's beautiful balls?
Ryan rubbed the coffee maker against his ass whispering Brendon's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his bed but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Brendon's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Brendon had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Six Flags was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the mashed potatoes he was carrying and leisurely scratched his ass.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Ryan calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his mashed potatoes and ran towards the sound of his Sweety's voice.
Brendon stumbled through the darkness towards Ryan. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Sweety being attacked by a hamster. Was he about to be raped by Pete Wentz dressed as Hillary Clinton? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his cock.
Ryan, Ryan, my Sweety, screamed Brendon. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Ryan leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the coffie maker and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare balls pointing in the air.
Brendon! Ryan gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Jon said you were in your bed engaged in some blowjob with Keltie.
No, I was alone in my bed with nothing but my strawberries for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your balls was, and how I would like to stroke my ass against it, and have you kiss my cock, and now I see your balls for myself I realise that not even Hillary Clinton has a balls to compare with yours.
Oh, Sweety, Jon said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Keltie.
What! That old hamster, I'd rather get involved in licking with Pete Wentz, a coffee maker and mashed potatoes than dream of blowjob with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my cock curl.
Oh, Ryan!
Oh, Brendon, my Sweety
http://www.britslash.co.uk/instantslash.html
it's like mad libs only with slash and this is what happend:
The darkness was all around as Ryan walked through Six Flags down towards his bed, random thoughts of blowjob crossing his mind.
He had been shocked earlier when Keltie had told him she often dreamed about Hillary Clinton involved in licking with a hamster, but each to their own, she didn't know about his fantasies involving Brendon .
One day he would discuss his feelings with Jon, but not yet, he still hardly believed how aroused he could be by just thinking of Brendon masturbating himself with a strawberries.
The night air was fresh and he sat down in a quiet location and began to stroke the coffie maker he was carrying with him. Would Brendon's ass feel like that to his cock?
What would Brendon think of him if he knew how his cock grew hard as he thought of eating mashed potatoes off Brendon's beautiful balls?
Ryan rubbed the coffee maker against his ass whispering Brendon's name to himself. He knew he should stop and wait until he got back to his bed but desire overtook him and he came, screaming Brendon's name into the night.
Meanwhile, Brendon had not been able to sleep and had decided to go out in the night air. Six Flags was such a beautiful place at this time of the night. He took a bite of the mashed potatoes he was carrying and leisurely scratched his ass.
He jumped in alarm as he heard a voice in the distance. Was that Ryan calling his name. He must be in trouble to shout for him with such desperation. He dropped his mashed potatoes and ran towards the sound of his Sweety's voice.
Brendon stumbled through the darkness towards Ryan. Panicked thoughts ran through his head. Was his Sweety being attacked by a hamster. Was he about to be raped by Pete Wentz dressed as Hillary Clinton? His heart beat faster and he felt the pulse throbbing in his cock.
Ryan, Ryan, my Sweety, screamed Brendon. It's alright, I'm coming, I'll save you! Ryan leaped to his feet in panic, dropping the coffie maker and trying to untangle his trousers from around his ankles. He fell over, his bare balls pointing in the air.
Brendon! Ryan gasped embarrassedly. What are you doing here? Jon said you were in your bed engaged in some blowjob with Keltie.
No, I was alone in my bed with nothing but my strawberries for company. I couldn't sleep for thinking how beautiful your balls was, and how I would like to stroke my ass against it, and have you kiss my cock, and now I see your balls for myself I realise that not even Hillary Clinton has a balls to compare with yours.
Oh, Sweety, Jon said you felt that way but I never believed him, I thought you loved Keltie.
What! That old hamster, I'd rather get involved in licking with Pete Wentz, a coffee maker and mashed potatoes than dream of blowjob with her, Ooh, the very thought makes my cock curl.
Oh, Ryan!
Oh, Brendon, my Sweety